Obviously, the girls were watching that, something they'd obviously been waiting for me to go to bed so that they could do. I certainly didn't have a ...problem with them doing that either, they were well old enough anyway, and if they could feel comfortable enough seeing something like that together, who was I to complain about it or ruin their last night of silly, semi-erotic fun. Even so, as my head hit the pillow, and as my thoughts wandered off into my own dreams, the last images that I. Again she brought her eyes back to his. A small drop of pre-come oozed from the tip of his cock and fell onto her forehead. "Now tell me you want me to whip you," Farelli said. Her hesitation was only momentary, but she knew he saw it. "I want you to whip me," she forced herself to say. Farelli grabbed her hair with both hands. She gasped loudly as he twisted hard, sending fire through her scalp. "I don't fucking believe that, bitch," he snarled. "You're falling down on. Any other men around will be similarly attended and none of them will suspect anything as they are invited to the VIP section of the club, on the lower level when suitably drunk and aroused. On this level the futas dress in a discreet, yet highly attractive, manner disguising their massive cocks.On the second level the true nature of the club is unveiled as this is where the regulars hang out, futa and man alike. After passing the soundproof doors one'll notice various booths spread out over. ’“Do you miss me?” I regretted it before the words were even out there. The worst possible mix of asking a deeply unfair question and showing my sorry state for Dave to see.He just looked at me, long and hard, his eyes seemingly searching my very soul as it took an eternity for him to answer.“Do I miss you? Of course, I miss you, but that’s only half the story. I still love you, Jill, but that doesn’t mean we should be together or that I want us to be together, however hard that may be for both.